"Middle Borough. Right, okay..." Now that Jeremy says that, it seems so much clearer. Like he could close his eyes and be right in those halls again, moving towards his locker, spinning the dial...
Finding a shoebox full of strange grey pills hidden in the back of the metal container. Rich feels his head throb again, and he nearly doubles over, but he catches himself, holding onto the edge of the table so hard his knuckles are white.
Don't think about that yet. Don't think about something that hurts... Rich grits his teeth, tries to think about the friends Jeremy is mentioning. Of course the two of them are friends, he has a brother (not brothers? Rich feels his heart ache with worry for Yosuke and Asch, but he holds that back), he has- "Jakey D?" The nickname comes to him so easily. "Holy shit, we were best friends, weren't we? He got me to try out for drama club... is that... how we met?"
He seems to remember something surrounding that school play.
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Finding a shoebox full of strange grey pills hidden in the back of the metal container. Rich feels his head throb again, and he nearly doubles over, but he catches himself, holding onto the edge of the table so hard his knuckles are white.
Don't think about that yet. Don't think about something that hurts... Rich grits his teeth, tries to think about the friends Jeremy is mentioning. Of course the two of them are friends, he has a brother (not brothers? Rich feels his heart ache with worry for Yosuke and Asch, but he holds that back), he has- "Jakey D?" The nickname comes to him so easily. "Holy shit, we were best friends, weren't we? He got me to try out for drama club... is that... how we met?"
He seems to remember something surrounding that school play.